“Watch the step, hun.”

Grayson arm knocks into your lower stomach to save you from what could’ve been a fatal accident; if she wouldn’t have been there to catch you, you would’ve been out of a face.

“So clumsy, aren’t you? Jeez.” she laughs breathlessly, setting you back on your feet and making sure you were steady. Always getting yourself into trouble, aren’t you?

It’s then your daughter waddles up to you, whining into your thighs in distress from what she had just witnessed. Poor thing thought you had gotten hurt.

Her voice wobbles, eyes welling with tears as she grabs at your arms; desperate to be held and make sure you’re alright.

“m-mommy hurt..?”